"He didn't say anything about raising your father's salary, did he ?" she asked, dryly.
"No." "No.

I thought not." She would have said more, but Alice, indisposed to listen, began to whistle, ran up the stairs, and went to sit with her father.

She found him bright-eyed with the excitement a first caller brings into a slow convalescence: his cheeks showed actual hints of colour; and he was smiling tremulously as he filled and lit his pipe.

She brought the crocheted scarf and put it about his shoulders again, then took a chair near him.
"I believe seeing Mr.Lamb did do you good, papa," she said.

"I sort of thought it might, and that's why I let him come up.